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How was everything?

Perfect, as always!

- Roland, another bottle! - Sure.

Take the corner table.

- You kids okay? - Great!

Jean-Pierre, water and Brouilly for 13.

Tell Lucien they're complaining about the swordfish.

- This ready, chef? - Yeah!

There!

Is the rabbit sleeping here tonight?

See you soon!

Another complaint!

- The swordfish! - What about it?

Salty and overcooked!

Take two, kids!

Who turned off the heaters?

Where were you?

Running errands for your wife.

What did she want?

- Cigarettes. - Right.

We're off, Roland.

Already? Retirement's done you in!

Just wait! You'll see.

No chance of me retiring.

I'd rather croak.

What would I do?

- Our love to Catherine. - Sure!

Hello... Hold on.

Red card!

Two drinks. Pay up!

I just paid you.

You sure?

Of course! You gave me my change.

Bye, Roland! See you tomorrow.

Yeah?

Until 11 o'clock.

See you later.

One year later...

Forget it. It's on me!

Hi, Penelope.

Mom!

Again?

Dad? Was he lost?

Wrong house again.

Sorry, we locked him in. I don't know how he got out.

Thanks. Say hi to your parents.

I told you,

just look for the basketball hoop.

Yes?

- It's the second time this week. - I see!

- You don't miss a trick! - Thanks.

I think I forgot something.

No big deal. We all forget things.

Charlie!

I left him at the smoke shop.

Your dog died, Dad.

Come on.

Why go there? You don't smoke.

Where are we?

- This isn't my home. - No, it's mine, in Lyon.

In Lyon?

And who's tending my restaurant?

- What day is it? - Saturday.

Game night! It'll be packed.

- I have to go back! - Look...

Dad, you sold the restaurant.

You've been here for a month.

Sit down.

If you say so.

Well, I'm not missing the game.

We'll see. You and your sports!

Here, take this.

What's that?

Viagra?

Yeah, right!

There you go!

- I gave you your Medicare card? - Yes.

Tomorrow, you'll be good as new.

Have a great day.

If you don't feel better, call me.

Okay?

Have a nice day.

Shit!

That kid never listens.

The TV!

The door!

J.B. !

J.B., how many times do I have to say it?

Fuck!

Roland!

Open up!

Open the door!

Mom!

- What? - Give me the key.

Grandpa needs rest.

And I need a shower.

All my stuff's in my room.

Please, be nice.

I left you pants and a shirt downstairs.

Hicham, I found the insurance papers.

"A" shirt?

I have to pack a bag for my final!

Take it easy!

Your train's at 3. You have time.

- Why can't he sleep on the sofa? - Please, honey!

What are you doing?

We have 100 miles to cover.

Where you going?

- Okay, let's go. - Exactly!

You're kidding!

We'll be back before lunch.

Dad, my train's at 3.

Yeah, you've got a final.

"A" final?

It is the French Junior Championship.

Okay! It's not the NBA either.

Bye, kiddo.

Later, honey.

He's no Michael Jordan.

Most kids don't even know what they want!

He's too short.

He'll wind up a gym teacher or a Nike salesman.

Don't forget! 3 o'clock!

IN THE GAME

How many lunch covers did we do, Jean-Pierre?

"Jean-Pierre"?

It's not Jean-Pierre?

No, I'm J.B. !

J.B.?

Like the whiskey?

Didn't we get deliveries this morning?

Roland, this isn't your restaurant. It's my room!

- Fuck, where's my charger? - Watch your mouth!

Take off!

Get lost!

- There it is. - "There it is!"

You okay, Grandpa?

You call him "Grandpa"? A guy you've seen twice in your life.

Go wash your hair, grease ball!

I have that...

Now I recognize you!

Great but don't touch! It's a collector's item.

How you've grown. It's wild!

- Hey, man. - Hey.

- Whaddup? - My life's over.

My ankle's kaput.

- No way. - Yep.

- How? - I dunked the ball.

the hoop broke and I fell.

Can't you play tomorrow?

Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Bon appétit.

If he can't recognize himself in a mirror,

your father's between stage 5 and 6.

So both short-term and autobiographical memory are affected.

Soon he'll forget

important past events, which have been preserved thus far.

- Like Mom's death? - For example.

Happy memories, too.

Weddings, births...

The 1998 final match?

No? No, that's impossible.

In-patient care is your best bet.

Between colleagues,

what's the protocol?

We limit meds like Galantamine.

No antidepressants or sedatives, which induce confusion.

How do you treat tantrums without sedatives?

With humor.

With what?

With humor.

- Are you serious? - Absolutely.

3,000 a month? We can't afford that.

If we sell his apartment, we can.

No way! Dad's up to his neck in debt.

A double!

The Porsche.

We sell the Porsche.

You wanna kill him?

You really hate him.

He sure loves me.

He's not even allowed to drive.

What's the big deal?

Hicham, we have no choice.

Move your office, so he can use that room.

Great idea! Then I lose all my patients.

Their methods scare me at that clinic.

I'd rather he stayed with us.

Another double.

That's your fourth, Hicham.

That's too many.

You've reached Dr. Hicham Soualem's voicemail...

Fuck!

J.B., I have a sleepover.

You watch Grandpa.

Okay, you figure it out!

Catherine?

Is that you, Catherine?

Catherine?

Charlie, boy!

I almost forgot you, Charlie.

Here, boy!

- What? - Where are you?

I've been calling for an hour.

We're doing our best!

Basketball's not everything.

- We'll be there... - Hang up!

- Shit! - I'll miss my train.

What are you doing?

Stop!

I'll lose my license!

Stop!

Are they kidding?

- Great! - Shit.

They screwed me!

Penelope!

You watch Roland! I'm outta here!

You hear me?

Answer when...

Excuse me, sir...

- Will this take long? - Why?

You expected for cocktails?

Driving while intoxicated, no license, on the phone...

resisting arrest...

Not to mention, attempted flight.

I think we'll be here for a while.

Fuck.

I don't believe this...

Busted?

Busted for what?

No, he's just drying out.

Since he has to see the D.A...

When will you get home?

Not before tomorrow night.

Mom, I have my final!

I know, I know. I feel really bad.

Are you trying to ruin my life?

Jean-Baptiste, we have no choice.

I'm sorry. Someone has to take care of Grandpa.

Who gives a shit? Leave him with Penelope.

Your sister's only 13.

She has a sleepover. Discussion over.

You'll do fine. You're a responsible adult now.

But with Grandpa,

there are 2 absolute rules.

Never let him out of your sight.

And give him his sedatives -

2 in the morning and 2 at night.

It's easy.

Lots of recruiters are coming! Don't do this.

I have to go.

I'll call back. Be good.

I'm counting on you.

Fuck it! I'm going.

Roland!

Now, where's Dory?

Shit!

What are you doing?

Jean-Pierre!

Where'd I park my car?

Going shopping?

I have to go home.

- Let's go for a spin. - Where?

To Paris!

- Wanna go home? - Yes.

- Come on. - To Paris?

Great.

- I'll drive. - No!

We're taking the train.

The train!

Hurry or we'll miss it!

- Who? - The train!

- Come on! - You okay?

- He'll be fine. Stop! - Claude!

We've been training for months. He's not gonna blow it now!

You're impossible.

Where you going? Can't you read?

- The platform's this way! - To buy a book.

You can't read!

It's the final!

If you keep reminding him, it'll hurt!

Coach!

What the fuck! You limping?

No, they're new shoes.

Hi, Slobodan! Hi, kids!

How's it going?

What's with your son?

- What? - He's injured.

No way! We went running this morning, Slobodan!

Bye, honey.

You coming?

I have the team's new shoes!

Hello?

I can't hear a thing!

Hello.

The station, please.

It's my break.

- I'm hungry. - No!

Yes.

- Can't you just zip us over? - Think I'm an Uber?

He's taking off?

And what do we do?

The phone doesn't work!

I've been trying for 10 minutes!

Where you going?

You a cab driver, too?

If I can help...

How's it going, Roland?

It's been ages!

Have we met?

I'm hurt, Roland.

I'm hurt.

- After I paid your tab... - I've paid lots of tabs.

How can I.....

Here we go again!

Mr. Chang!

No, Tang!

The Korean guy.

No, my name's Bernard.

The Town Bar.

My mistake.

You all look alike.

How's that?

Sorry. He's sick.

No way! Look at him!

You expect me to recognize him?

Plus, they're all midgets!

Are you shitting me?

You can't talk like that in 2018.

I like sports but this...

Shit.

Keep quiet on the train!

Fuck.

Fucking shit!

Shit!

Roland!

Okay.

Keep me posted.

We're counting on you, man.

Later.

Where's J.B.?

He's coming. He'll be on the next train.

I warn you, if he misses practice, he won't play.

Don't worry, he'll be there.

No practice, no play.

There!

Off to the final!

The final?

Oh, right!

Now, I can tell you. You'll forget anyway.

We're not going to your place.

So sit down and button it, please.

But...

When is it?

Tomorrow.

We'll win.

And if we win...

it'll be the best day of my life.

Think Ronaldo will play?

Ronaldo?

Isn't Ronaldo the Brazilian forward?

What year is this?

1998.

What?

That final was 20 years ago.

No way! I'd remember that.

Did we win?

3-0.

Against the Seleção? Impossible!

This damn illness!

- Where to? - To buy a paper.

Now that we're champs.

What a jerk!

What are you doing?

Where were you?

You jerking my chain?

Weren't we sitting over here?

No!

- Where's this train going? - To Marseille.

No way!

What?

- We'll miss the final! - Not the final!

Stop the train, please!

- Why? - I'm on the wrong train!

- What's the next stop? - We're direct to Marseille.

Oh, no!

What do you think about the championships?

With the season we've had, it's a longshot.

We didn't have lunch.

Did we?

No, we didn't.

I barely have bus fare.

So forget your stomach.

I'm hungry.

Do you have a bus to Paris, like now?

There's one in an hour.

The next one's 30 minutes later,

but it stops in Avignon.

Okay, great.

Smells like the Marseille Velodrome.

Where are you, man?

You're not even on the roster.

D'you say I was coming?

Sure. He said,

"No practice, no play."

Same again?

Got grilled cheese?

Call him!

Yeah, okay.

Move your ass.

How much?

10.50.

- Got anything smaller? - No.

- Hello? - Coach, it's J.B.

I'll take a sandwich.

How much?

I'm running late because my grandfather wanted to see the game.

With beverage, that's 10.80.

Highway robbery.

But...

Nothing smaller?

No.

Speak in French!

- Anything else? - A beer.

Beer's 4.50.

Sure, I'll be there!

Anything else?

You can count on me.

A quiche.

Beer's 4.50.

See you tomorrow.

Excuse me.

- What's that? - Butt out!

I work, kid!

Liar! You're under guardianship.

What's that?

That was in my room! Where's the bread?

The rest of the money?

Let's go!

Pay your tab!

What do we owe?

With the beer, 23 euros.

Got anything smaller?

Jean-Pierre!

Where we going?

To your place, in Paris.

It's about time!

Catherine will be happy.

We've been inviting you for 10 years.

For Christmas, birthdays...

You never come.

- You never come to see us either. - I'm never invited!

Oh, my head!

Holy cow!

Here.

It's a cap. It goes on your head.

The Bulls...

Good team.

You know 'em?

A little.

I watch basketball after dinner service.

It's live, with the time difference.

I met one of the players once.

No way!

He had dinner in my restaurant.

Everyone recognized him, except me.

Really?

Obviously!

They're all Black.

And 6 feet tall.

You're a pain!

He even signed a ball for me.

What was his name again?

Jordan?

Michael Jordan. That's it.

That ball for Christmas was from you?

What do you think?

I was 5 years old.

- Is this the bus to Paris? - Yes.

Great!

Let's take the next one.

Bye.

Do you realize?

I started playing with that basketball.

This sandwich is disgusting.

I told you to get a burger.

Okay. Taste it!

Taste it!

You'll see! The first bite's the best. Ever.

Really?

Holy cow!

This shit's good!

- See? - Yeah.

And 8, 9,

10...

Madeleine, climb aboard.

Lift your foot and climb on.

11, 12, 13...

14, 15...

It's a trap.

No nursing home for me!

- I'd rather croak. - Sit down.

Don't move. Keep your seat.

Haven't we met?

No, that would surprise me.

I'd remember.

Roland.

Juliette.

Are you his travel companion?

Me?

He's mine.

Move over, so the lady can sit down.

Thank you.

J.B., it's Mom.

What's up, Mom?

What's that noise?

It's just the TV.

Don't bullshit me.

I'm not!

Put your grandfather on.

You wanna talk to him now?

I want to talk to him, yes.

Okay, hold on.

It's Mom.

Tell her everything's fine and

you're going to bed.

- Mom? - It's me. You okay?

- It's you, Catherine! - No, it's your daughter.

What daughter?

Your daughter, Delphine.

Is everything okay?

Just fine! We're in...

I forget, is it "at" Avignon or "in" Avignon?

What are you saying?

I'm on the bus with Jean-Pierre.

We'll be in Paris...

Let me explain...

Don't bother. I get it.

The poor guy's lost it.

Jean-Baptiste, just remember to give him his sedatives. I love...

I will. Don't worry.

Thank you.

It's sort of complicated at home.

No, allow me!

- There. - Thank you.

That's very kind.

I know you!

I'd be surprised.

I'd remember.

Roland Verdi

at your service.

And I'm...

Juliette! Juliette Orsini.

Orsini. Isn't that Italian?

- Italian. - Or Corsican, maybe?

UHR Alzheimer France

- Yes... - Roland.

And you're...

Juliette.

Shit!

I have a grandson, too.

Very handsome!

You're handsome, too.

- Leaving already? - I forgot dessert.

- Want my picture? - Big time!

Have we met?

Come on, Roland! It's me, J.B. !

J.B.?

Like the whiskey?

Exactly. Like the whiskey.

Look, that's your grandson.

- My grandson? - Jean-Baptiste.

Jean-Baptiste!

That's me, in fact.

And her?

Uh...

That's...

- Your mother? - Yes! Delphine, your daughter.

What a beauty!

Who's that guy?

- Him? - Yes.

That guy?

- Yeah. - You kidding?

Do I know him, too?

Roland, it's you.

That's me?

Incredible!

What an idiot!

Only Dad's missing.

No chance of him being there.

He'd rather be in Africa taking care of nigger babies!

Excuse me, is that seat free?

By all means!

Yes?

Haven't we met?

No, I'd remember.

You'll never get into her pants!

14, 15, 16...

There you are!

Come on, Charlie.

17,18...

What's that?

It's Charlie.

- It's not Charlie. - Shit.

His name's not Charlie?

We'll miss the bus! Hurry!

Step on it!

Thief!

Stop him!

- There! - Where?

Where are you going?

That's my dog.

20, 21, 22...

You're hurting it!

- Whose dog is he? - Mine!

My group's complete.

All aboard!

ID's, please.

And it's a female.

- What? - Her name's Sharon!

Got Sharon's papers?

Vaccination records, birth certificate, measurements?

My bag!

- Where's he going? - My bag's in there!

Are you nuts?

My bag's in there with all my stuff.

Mr. Verdi,

the lady's dropped her complaint.

Cool. Let's beat it.

What complaint?

With that figure,

I'm sure you're into sports.

Wait, let me guess.

Don't tell me.

Badminton?

No.

No?

Figure skating?

No, again.

No?

Synchronized swimming!

Not at all!

Really? Okay, tell me.

Soccer!

You're not serious?

Sure. Why not?

Good grief!

Soccer! Soccer!

That's no sport for a little lady.

How do you chest the ball?

Soccer... That takes balls!

Can't anybody take a joke anymore?

A joke?

Is this funny? Look where we are?

In Lyon, not in Paris.

My final's fucked because of you!

Why couldn't you stay home? You ruined everything!

Dad's right. You're a ball and chain, a jerk. A racist, to boot!

A what?

Me, racist?

I'll have you know my son-in-law's Moroccan.

French! He's French!

With Moroccan roots.

Now who's racist? "He's French! He's French!"

How do you know?

Have you met him?

Who?

My son-in-law.

What's his name again?

Hicham?

Hicham! That's what I said!

- Lost your keys? - Bingo.

Happens to me all the time.

Just ask yourself

where you put them.

Let me think. I know!

They're in my bag. The one on the bus.

The bus we missed because of your bullshit!

- Shit! - Coming back to you now?

Charlie's on the bus.

Your fucking dog's dead! Get that into your head!

- Hey. - You coming?

Not with this jerk!

You abandoning us?

You'll win. We have a good team.

- Sorry, man. - See ya!

Piss me off!

Pain in the ass!

- Let's see that again. - Gimme a break!

Yeah.

Your coach never taught you.

- What? To dunk? - Yeah.

That...

Dunk.

He thinks it's gimmicky.

Know why you can't do it?

I'm too short, I know.

Don't say that!

That little guy in the NBA could do it. What was his name?

Benny...

Muggsy?

That's what I said.

5 foot 3.

I saw a thing on Jumpin' Jack Basketball on TV once.

- And? - You're bouncing off one foot.

That's fine for Jordan or those six-footers.

Try both feet.

It's no use.

I'll never be in a club.

The problem is you have no faith.

Like for your game.

We can still make it.

Yeah, right!

Are you kidding? You had the keys?

To the garage, yeah.

And to the Porsche.

I don't believe this.

Well, you have to believe.

That's sports!

And that's...

a sports car!

You're not allowed to drive!

Permission's there to take, my boy!

Well, you didn't take your sedatives this morning, Grandpa.

Where we going again?

Are you shitting me?

That hurts my ears. Put on some real music.

It's awesome!

Look in the glove compartment.

Catherine's Songs

Oh, no!

That's better.

Mr. Soualem.

- You forgot, you already pissed. - Wait'll you're my age!

Hi, Mom.

You managing, honey?

Did Roland let you sleep a little?

Not really.

What's that noise?

He's watching the Formula One.

- Him and his sports. .. - What's up?

I wanted to apologize.

I'm really sorry about your final, honey.

I know it meant a lot to you.

But I'm sure there'll be others.

Your father's with the D.A. now.

Mom...

Where was Dad when I was born?

He was in Mali, with an NGO.

We were young. Don't be mad.

He didn't expect you to be a month premature.

And Grandpa?

"Grandpa"?

Grandpa was in Paris.

He took me to the hospital.

He was so proud. You can't imagine.

A boy!

He always wanted a son.

- It was the happiest day of his life. - Really?

Wasn't that the 1998 final?

- Gotta go! Grandpa's acting up! - Jean-Baptiste?

Were you leaving without me?

Shit!

What is it? A break-down?

A manual transmission.

Yeah. So?

I can't remember how it works.

- You drive. - What?

Don't you know how?

- I just have a learner's permit. - Learn with me!

- You can shift into fifth. - Really?

Go!

Listen up, guys.

Today's not just any day.

It's not just any game!

It's the final!

There'll be recruiters in the stands.

Your lives could change overnight.

So, let's go, niggers!

You have no business in my locker room.

Hey, who paid for their shoes?

Dad, stop.

Okay, I get the message.

Okay, guys...

J.B.'s not here.

We're in deep doo-doo.

But we've got Matthias.

He'll be point guard today.

And he plays like shit.

Trust him.

- Yes, Coach. - You're a team.

This game is yours. You deserve it!

Yes, Coach.

What a bunch of lamebrains.

It's now or never!

Yes, Coach.

The auditorium's huge.

But the court's the same.

The basket's the same.

So don't be intimidated.

Yes, Coach.

You're gonna get murdered!

Yes, Coach.

And lose those shitty shoes.

Yes, Coach.

It's me. I'm home!

J.B. !

Grandpa?

Where are you?

- You home? - Do you have Grandpa?

Yeah, relax.

Paris-Levallois...

PC-Lyon!

You're at the game?

They're gonna kill you!

Mind your own business!

If Mom calls, cover for me.

And call me.

Okay.

For 100 bucks.

You blackmail your own brother? Have you no shame?

Otherwise, I'll tell Dad you smoke pot.

Get lost.

Take your seats, please.

They're right over here.

Where's the crapper?

I have to piss.

- There's no time. - Roland!

Roland!

You're a sight for sore eyes, buddy!

- "Buddy"? - You know him?

Lucien.

Lucien Mont Louis Feilicité!

Head chef!

Ten years at the brasserie!

Kinda your slave, Roland!

Coming...

"Salty and overcooked!"

Lucien? What are you doing here?

My nephew's playing later.

- Really? - Yeah.

Where do we sit?

I'm playing, Grandpa.

- Playing what? - Basketball.

Join us! There's lots of room.

Can he sit with you?

No problem.

- Watch him. He tends to... - I know.

- Grandpa, stay with your crony. - What crony?

Him, your co-worker.

Your buddy.

Your pal, your homie.

Who do you think you are, midget?

You show up 1 minute before the jump ball?

- I had my grandfather. - I don't give a damn!

Go change. And make it snappy!

Stay on him! There!

Didn't he get any sleep?

The tall guy!

That's my son! Number 23!

Watch out for number 9!

Whaddup, bro? Wake up!

Eyes open!

Wake up, guys!

This is the final! It's today!

Let's start over!

Talk to each other.

You don't talk enough!

Forget box-and-one. It's diamond-and-one now.

Okay?

Yes, Coach!

J.B., it's not just gonna happen. You gotta wake up!

Your grandfather or the game. Choose!

Go!

Lyon! Lyon! We're the lions!

Go for it, guys!

Find a new sport!

Back this way!

Can you stand on it?

Is he okay?

I'll just ice it.

Let go! I'm out.

In 5 minutes, you'll be back on your feet!

I'm out, Dad.

Okay, J.B...

Cut the crap now.

You're all we've got. Give it your all!

I need you!

Yes!

Let's go!

Referee!

Time out!

We can do it, guys! 7 seconds to go.

We're 2 points away!

So listen up!

New game plan.

Joris, you're here.

You guard Matt. Thib's on this side.

Sprint high and shoot.

Two-pass!

Two-pass, guys!

Lyon! Lyon! We're the lions!

Go!

- What'll you have? - You new or what?

Sorry, Mr. Verdi!

Have we met?

A Suze with olives.

But only black, the green are too hard.

I'm so happy to see you again.

Where is he?

He went to take a piss. He'll be back.

Bravo, kid! That was great.

Grandpa!

Roland!

We won!

Charlie!

You here, Charlie?

Charlie!

Catherine, did you let Charlie out?

I got your cigarettes.

You in here?

Catherine!

There's a concierge. Common charges are

reasonable for this neighborhood.

It's still furnished.

As I said, the heirs just decided to sell.

It's in succession?

In a way.

The owner's not dead. But he may as well be.

Alzheimer's.

- Isn't that the brasserie downstairs? - He owned it.

So!

It's 1,700 square feet.

Living room, dining room,

two bedrooms.

It's 160 yards from the PARC des Princes.

You may have a little noise on game nights.

But that's infrequent.

However, the real bonus of this apartment

is the balcony.

It easily accommodates a table for 4.

What's in there?

The kitchen.

It's being renovated.

You're the first to see it.

What happened?

A fire.

- Is the electricity substandard? - Oh, no, it's fine.

- It was an accident. - What kind of accident?

Terrible...

He woke up during the night,

started cooking, then he wandered out.

He left the gas burners on,

his wife in the house...

She was asphyxiated in her sleep and died.

That's why the asking price

is well under market value.

Shall we continue?

As I said, there are 2 bedrooms.

Two large bedrooms.

One's over 200 sq.ft...

- So? - He's nowhere to be seen.

I looked everywhere. Sorry.

We can't find him.

Guys, we've gotta go.

On the bus, or we'll miss our train!

Don't worry.

He'll show up, sooner or later.

Here. Take it.

Mom

Thanks, I'll call you back.

I just called the brasserie.

A waitress saw him 5 minutes ago.

He left but I'm sure he's nearby.

- Know where it is? - I'll find it. Thanks!

Mr. Verdi!

It was really strange.

Did you try his apartment?

Grandpa!

Open up, it's me!

Grandpa!

What's all the racket!

Here.

The realtor left me keys for the workers.

Thanks a lot.

Grandpa!

What are you doing here?

How'd you get in?

Grandpa, it's me!

Grandpa, what's the matter?

Open the door!

Grandpa, open the door. It's me.

The apartment's not for sale!

Good, I don't have the cash.

Open the door.

Take off!

It's Jean-Baptiste!

Your grandson, J.B.

Like the whiskey.

Are they home?

They'll be here at 9

to discuss Grandpa.

So you'd better be here!

I'll call the cops!

Catherine, call the neighbors!

Is that Grandpa yelling?

He's doesn't recognize me.

He's having a tantrum.

Now what did you do?

I'm in deep shit! What should I do?

-You're up shit creek! - What?

I have a gun!

Once Mom called the paramedics.

They gave him a shot!

I'm not calling the paramedics!

Grandpa, open it!

Jean-Baptiste?

Yeah, Grandpa. It's me.

Is that you, J.B.?

Yeah!

We won.

We won the final.

All thanks to you.

I dunked it.

Like...

- Like Muggsy? - Yeah.

- Like Muggsy. - See?

You have to believe!

That's sports!

I'm proud of you.

Bravo!

We have to go back. They'll kill me.

- Where? - To Lyon.

Lyon?

Holy cow!

I told you.

The first time's mind-blowing.

I tried to call but now I'm here!

Dad, are you okay?

Don't worry, Mom, he's fine.

- You earned that. - Start explaining!

Explain what?

I had the best day of my life and you weren't there.

What do you want me to explain?

That you've never seen me play?

That you don't give a shit?

What do you want me to explain?

You never came to a game.

Never took me to practice.

I've been sleeping on that shitty sofa for a month.

I have no privacy. Nobody gives a shit!

Anything else you'd like explained?

You don't care.

With your shitty little lives!

That's enough!

What?

Your son's the French Junior Champion!

We won!

Where were you? He was there!

He watched me, encouraged me!

Where were you?

You put your grandfather in danger.

You don't give a shit about him!

You always hated him.

Your basketball days are over.

You can't do that to him!

- J.B., go to your room. - What room is that?

Go on.

Shit.

Dammit.

The little girl's right.

You can't do that.

A passion's sacred.

Stay out of it, Roland.

You don't understand a thing.

He'll never forgive you.

He'll make you pay for the rest of his life.

Is that what you want?

A family's like a team.

For everyone to win,

you can't play alone.

The kid understands that.

He didn't leave me on the bench.

There you are!

My baby!

Come here, Charlie.

So? Like it?

Catherine will be happy.

There!

Not opening that one?

I'm taking that one with me.

You're leaving?

- Where to? - Paris.

I got into a big club.

You know, for basketball.

I'll leave this with you.

You sort of won it, too.

What day is today?

Don't tell me.

I won't.

July.

Saturday.

Almost! Sunday.

- Sunday? - Right.

Right.

- D'you get my sports paper? - Obviously.

Today's the final!

Where you going?

We're not gonna miss that!

Finally, the final!

All set!

The Final game for France!

Come on, let's go!

Hello.

Now it's heating up.

- Now? - Here it comes.

Corner!

And Mr. Belquola...

reminds him that in a World Cup final...

Corner kick.

...there's no place for that.

Emmanuel Petit makes the first corner kick for France.

The incoming corner hits the post... and GOAL!

Zidane scores on that first French corner...

Shit!

Beautiful!

Don't kid around!

Another corner kick.

The assistant referee will probably...

Djorkaeff's up.

...wait for the kick before allotting additional time.

The clock already reads 45:42...

Djorkaeff... And GOAL!

At half-time, France leads Brazil 2-0 at the Stade de France.

Left, left!

Left!

Left, left!

Petit...

And GOAL!

GOAL!

Emmanuel Petit scores in the very last minute!

The crowd goes wild in the stadium in the 48th minute!

They just crucified the Brazilian team, 3 to 0!

I think it's "rapado" for our Brazilian friends.

- It's over! - It's over!

France is the world champion, beating Brazil 3-0!

Now that you've seen that,

you can die happy.

As old as possible but... you can.

Subtitles by Rosemary Ricchio